Home Run || j.m.b [ON HOLD]

12 | late breakfast

Joey told me to meet him in a cafe near our hotel in fifteen minutes.

And so far, I've made no progress from getting out of the bed I've been lying in the past twelve or so hours. Morning had definitely passed alright, the once golden orange rays that seeped from the window blinds had now turned pale yellow, indicating that the earth's source of warmth is now high in the sky.

Glancing at the clock, I almost groan at the time. It's 10:45, and I missed breakfast down at the dinner hall.

My phone seems far even though it's lying flat on the nightstand next to my bed. I have no motivation to do anything today, but time will continue to tick and I will have to get up eventually.

With five minutes to go, I finally get up from my bed, fighting the extremely strong gravitational pull the bed suddenly has. Naturally, it made me have no time to plan and put an outfit together so I throw on the biggest hoodie I can find along with the most presentable sweatpants I have and wash my face, walking out the room with my phone in hand, money in my pocket and hotel slippers on my feet.

A strong wind hits my face when I step out of the building, making my already messy hair become more messy and so, I put the hoodie up to make myself look a bit better.

I arrive at the cafe ten minutes late, panting from walking fast. The door makes a soft ringing sound when I push it open. The smell of warm bread and the strong scent of espresso coffee fills my nose, making me sigh and wonder why I didn't come earlier.

My eyes scan the place around me, finding a familiar figure in the corner. He is sitting by the window with a plate of pancakes in front of him and a cup of a warm something on his left hand side. The boy is standing up, busy trying to take an aesthetic picture of his food, making me shake my head and whisper, "typical".

"Is this seat taken?" I ask quietly, stopping in front of the boy and gesturing to the empty chair across from him.

He looks up from his phone, and a bright smile is formed on his face. I smile back nervously when he says that it isn't and that I can sit there.

"Hi," he says.

My smile becomes more awkward and I sit down. "Pancakes?" I say, gesturing to the plate in front of him.

Joey nods excitedly, "want some?" He shoves the plate across the table and gives me a fork.

"Really?"

"I know you haven't eaten," he chuckles, looking at me, "you probably just got out of bed."

I cut a piece of the pancake and spoon it into my mouth. "Fact," I say, waving my fork at him, making him shake his head.

Joey doesn't stop me from eating the rest of his pancakes, and instead observes me with a smile on his face.

"You like it?" he asks after every inch of pancake had been devoured, leaving behind a dirty plate.

"If I didn't like it, why would I finish it?"

Joey rolls his eyes and slides me his cup before telling me to drink it. "I hope you don't mind hot cappuccino. I thought you might need it since you just got up," he reasons, giving me a sincere smile.